The first is an homage to the experience of two particularly lush, illuminated, breathing, dying and resurrecting gardens which now outlive their creators– one planted by my mother and another by a Swiss Hermit in the Himalayas -truly portals into a dimension of magic and possibility. The stop-motion animations projected on transparent screens and delicate white plants (made of hand formed lace), allow the viewer to walk through a garden of light with fireflies, illuminated plants and unraveling embroideries of nasturtiums and hummingbirds.

The second space offered is of the memory of the garden – a flattening out of experience- a cataloging, archiving and preserving of lace-like words of personal letters which levitate without a ground to attach themselves to, fragile woven-skeletons of pressed flowers, leaves and seeds, floating in glass vitrines, seemingly embroidered on air, fossil like imprints of embroideries on plaster – a repository of the subtle armatures and structures upon which experience plumps itself out.